On the military life.. not the blog. You’re not getting rid of me that easily 😉
After 22 years, the Pilot is officially retired from the military! You can check out the full recap of the fini flight and celebration here.
It’s been almost three weeks, and I have a lot of emotions. I still kind of feel like he’s just on leave right now, and can’t really believe that it’s actually over. It was such a dynamic lifestyle, filled with the highest highs (there’s nothing like that honeymoon feeling when they come back!) and some low lows.
It’s wild (and I’m so thankful to all of you) that so many of you have been here almost our entire military life! When we first moved to Valdosta and I started the blog, we were newly married and I was brand new to this entire lifestyle.
Babies!!

Our military life was puntuacted with pure joy, like the deployment returns and fun squadron events, but also sadness, fear, and worry.
– The incredible feeling when he hugged me for the first time after each deployment.
– When he had been gone for a long time and then felt a bit like a stranger.
– The fun squadron events and late nights drinking wine and chatting with the ladies.
– Talking to him on the phone while he was deployed, but hearing the rocket attack alerts in the background. (It was the voice of a woman with a British accent saying, “Rocket attack. Rocket attack.”)
– Carefully packing and shipping deployment care packages, so excited to check the mail, and cherishing handwritten letters and cards.
– Learning that his plane had been showered with bullets during a particular flight overseas.
When I first met the Pilot, I asked him how often he had to be gone and if he’s ever have to deploy. He told me he probably wouldn’t be gone much at all, and likely wouldn’t have to deploy. (All of my military wife friends can chuckle here.) He was stationed in North Carolina six months later, and was deployed for the first time within a year. He ended up deploying four times.

Military life is constantly being flexible for the unknowns and inherently rigid lifestyle. One of the hardest lessons for me was that the military was always first, no matter what was going on.
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